’ ‘But it was not your fault,’ protested Gosse, shocked. By various twistings and turnings, during all which time his pursuers, who were greatly increased in numbers, kept him in view, he reached Gray's-Inn-lane. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. But the indecision, which had been fatal to his race, was fatal to him. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle.
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